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I had a decent night's sleep last night. I hadn't been sleeping well for a while, which might have been contributing to my boring dreams. Last night's dreams were a little more engaging. At least, I felt more engaged.

Bedtime around midnight or so, 1.5mg of melatonin.

It may have been a mistake to look at my phone before journalling. I seem to have forgotten some details. Maybe they will occur to me throughout the day.

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Spices

There is some kind of rack - rows of spices are hanging on it. The spices are also people. When one pulls a lever at the side, the spices lower a notch. The lever is pulled as a repercussion for something - it's a prison of some sort. Some of the spices are nearing the bottom. What happens then? That doesn't seem to have been figured out yet. Do they let people go? Or are they executed?

Spider fragment

There is a spider... Was this also the dream with vampires?

Vampires

A vampire woman. Maybe two of them. A guy also. I walk down a hall, there is a door on the left. I enter the room. I think there is a picture on the wall of some interest.

Interesting fragments

There is a group of us. Some kind of an adventure. Going upstairs. We need to sneak past some people. I think that works. Something about blood samples?...

Something else about a girl. They put some balloon like things on her head...

Archaeology and seminar

Doing archaeology amidst a wooden platform, like a porch. I dig down, gathering dirt. There is brown broken glass, and some metal pieces related to a fireplace. Further down, I end up in a room with fireplace tools.

There is also a seminar going on. It is packed, and it's hard to find a seat. I sit down at the right side of the room. I notice at least one girl is still wandering around, but she eventually sits down.

There is a board, with a bunch of notecard-like things on it. Part of the board is covered by a dark, semitransparent cover. This is to be removed as the talk progresses. The guy is talking about somebody named "Ron Trzcinski". To me, the person talking sounds like Ron Trzcinski from The Original Mattress Factory.

At some point I realize that I left the hole I was working in uncovered. That doesn't seem safe. I go out to try and find something to mark it with so nobody steps/falls into it and gets hurt. I go into a trailer, or shed, or something, and find some "Wet Floor" signs. I go back out to the archaeological site/deck. There are some people doing construction there. I set up one of the signs over top of a hole. The other sign seems to have turned into a table or something. That still works, so I put it over top of another partially-filled hole.

Someone mentions that they are giving gifts to people associated with my friend A--. I have been in a small group with him, so I go back up to the seminar room to try and get a prize. I vaguely remember something about balloons. There is also a table with some books on it, one of which is labelled "semi-nudes".

Cleaning up

We are moving a bunch of things. This might have been part of the seminar dream, I'm not sure. We are, at one point, in a large barn-like structure. Some women are pushing posts suspended from the ceiling down a track, trying to remove them I think. I feel a little annoyed, because it seems like they are trying to show off how strong they are. I look for something heavy to do myself.

One of the heavy things involves loading a riding mower in the back of a truck (I think). There are a couple of piles of junk like this...

...There is also a collection of wooden slats. These go with other wooden objects that they fit into...

I think my friend A.V. from my old Church is there. Or maybe she was at the seminar.

Riding in a car

I'm in a car. I think my Mom is driving. Although it seems to me that she is on the right side of the car (which is unusual because this is the USA). Anyway, we are driving south toward my old workplace (a common motif). We are going to St. Clairsville, and I think to myself (or say out loud) that I like that town. I seem to enjoy being there, and I feel as though there is some cognizance of the fact that I was complaining yesterday evening about having the same dreams over and over - this being one of them. Not being lucid, it was as though I was thinking to myself "this isn't so bad".

We get off at an exit, and turn right around to get back on the road north. There is a lot of construction going on around us.